The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-03-24

I've always made it rule" said
Chicago commercial traveller who had
just come in from En- extended tour
| through the far west, "to be polite and
civil to every one [ meet while out on
the road. 1t pays in the long run and
saves heap of trouble. But sometimes
| 1t is pretty rough on ones pride. and
the sacrifices a fellow has to make IN
behalf of peace and good will are fright
fully CALLING. About three weeks ago L
was in Globe, A. L. With another COM
mercial traveller / visited a notorious
saloon in the town, about which [ had
heard good DEAL We went in out of
pure curiosity, and, going up to the bar,
called for drinks. A rough looking man
was standing next the wall. about fifteen
fest away. He sang out in very IN
pleasant voice:
- say, stranger, amt ye goin' to in
vite me ter drink with yea
Not happening to feel very generous,
or like being imposed upon, [ said No,
md my friend and | raised our glasses to
our lips. Instantly pistol report was
Geard-a good, loud one, too-which
naturally startled me, ard caused me TO
suspend drinking operations until | could
recover from my establishment. When L
looked at my glass [ found no liquor III
1t, but 1t was cracked and perforated. A
bullet had gone through it!
Bartender, said l, give me another
g ass of whiskey. This is no good.
"'You'll pay for itl' he inquired.
Certainly said |.
again | raised the glass toward my
FPS. My hand was not more than three
uches from the top of the bar when
here was another pistol shot. The glass
vas shattered into dozen pieces. At
ms juncture | began to understand the
ame. Ny blood was up, aud L called for
third glass. 1t was broken as the
theirs had been. [ was frightened
early out of my boots and expected to
,et killed at the next shot, but L was
1ad, and kept on calling for glasses
tutll no less than five had been broken IN
my hand. On the sixth l felt a sharp
pang lii one of my fingers. looked and
aw that the bullet had plowed furrow
half It's diameter across the top OF my
orefnger. But the glass was sound and
| the liquorin it. | raised the glass with a
triumphant flourish toward the sharp
shooter and drank the liquor. He came
right up to me, held out bis hand and
exclaimed:
"Ihat's on me, pard. 1 pay for all
hem drinks, an now take another with
me. Thet's tue fust time in coon's age
I've missed a glass, thought mought be
thet I've hurt some o the boys hands a
ieetle. You's the fust man thet ever held
up more n two glasses on me. The fust
shot Centrally makes em weaken. like
yer nerve, young man. Let's bev suthin
more on me.
"Ths fellow, who was one of the most
wonderful sharpshooters ever saw, prac-
ticed that sort of target work every day,
hey told me. 1t was his regular amuse-
ment. Ninty- nine times out of a hun
dred he got his drinks for nothing, but
whenever he missed glass or wounded a
man he paid for the drinks himself and
lid tie square thing all around. During
the remainder of my stay in Globe he
treated me first class, and you can bet
other people did too when he was with
me. That man has had several big offers
to come and shoot in public, but he pre-
fers staying ont there, living Off his
share in the mine aud amusing himself
by shooting between fingers at whisky
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